Moonrise Over Tyringham (Edith Wharton Poems)
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Somewhere I read, in an old book whose name Is gone from me, I read that when the days Of ...
WE women want too many things; And first we call for happiness, — The careless boon the hour brings, The ...
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